So As Ye Sow, So Shall Ye Reap

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Leland Jefferson sighed as he saw the 1931 Cadillac coupe travelling up the narrow road, kicking up dust and loose gravel. Missuh Jayel always did drive too fast. And dry like it been these past few months, ever since the harvest, the road was nothing but loose dirt and gravel.

Leland unhooked Jenny Lou and left her to graze on what dry grass she could find. Just as the car pulled into the drive, Leland sat on the stoop of his porch, waiting.

"Boy!" Missuh Jayel called out after the car ground to a halt in the yard.

Leland sighed again; he were at least ten years older than Missuh Jayel but the white man insisted on calling him 'Boy.' Just weren't right but that's just the way it was for a poor black sharecropper in Kansas in the 1930s.

"Yassuh, Missuh Jayel. How you doin'?" Leland greeted the man with false cheerfulness.

"Oh, I'm doing fine, doing might fine," Grover Jayel smiled his easy smile.

Then, smile on his face, Grover told Leland that crops hadn't fetched a good price down in Oklahoma this year. So, even though they'd had them a good crop year, they still was behind, way behind on cash. Again.

"I'm telling you, Boy. That damned Roosevelt? Man like that in the White House? We'll never get out of this depression," Grover Jayel opined. "And, it don't rain? And soon? Well Hell; guess you heard, Old Man Billingsly had let his sharecroppers off his land. Just weren't paying keep them on."

"Yassuh, done heard that down at Carter's," Leland agreed as Virginia served them some apple brandy. They kept the apple brandy for when Missuh Jayel visited; otherwise the bottle just sat on the top shelf of the pantry. Grover took a deep satisfying gulp of the cloying sweet alcohol. Then he smiled, watching Virginia Jefferson's haunches as she tended to the chickens. Grover continued to talk about how hard times were, how crops weren't getting the good prices they used to; hell, if no one had the money, no one had the money to buy good Kansas wheat.

"There anything we could maybe work out here, Missuh Jayel?" Leland asked, just wanting to get this uncomfortable meeting over and done with.

He sat, stoically listening as a rhythmic slapping could be heard. He stared straight ahead as his wife Virginia called out that Missuh Jayel was killin' her, Lordy she did love getting' fucked and fucked good and proper like.

"Good God but nobody can fuck like a little n----r girl, huh?" Grover smiled, buttoning his trousers as he stepped onto the porch again.

"Yassuh, know that's right," Leland affably agreed.

"And mouth a man's pecker?" Grover continued as he sauntered toward his car. "Course my Maisie? She don't do that; proper white women don't do the nasty things them n----r gals like to do."

"No suh, 'spect not," Leland agreed, his rage simmering.

Just then, fourteen year old Leland Jr. and twelve year old Georgia came around the rear of the house; school had let out an hour earlier and the two were ready to begin their chores. Grover paused and looked at Georgia with a hunger in his blue eyes.

"That uh, that Georgia; turning out to be a might fine young lady," Grover opined as the girl put her schoolbooks on the porch stoop.

"Just made her twelfth birthday couple weeks back," Leland agreed guardedly.

"Eh, now that right? Twelfth?" Grover said, watching the young girl as she sashayed toward the shed back behind the house. "Maybe might come see 'bout her now."

The first punch was a satisfying one. Nineteen years of being called 'Boy' by this blond haired blue eyed white boy ever since Grady Jayel started bringing his son around had finally reached the breaking point. Nineteen years of listening to his Daddy and then the son taking his woman, right in front of him were bad enough. But then hearing the boy talking about coming to take his child?

Grover weren't breathing by time Leland got tired of pummeling his smug, arrogant, smirking face. Grabbing him by his highly polished black wingtip oxfords, Leland dragged the body on back to the shed. The corn grinder worked just fine for shredding the body. Then the Leland hooked the rusted old seeder behind Jenny Lou. With a swat to the cantankerous blasted mule's backside, they spread Grover Darnell Jayel along the freshly turned dirt 'til there weren't nothing but some gristle left in the seeder. Leland used what were left of the apple brandy to clean grinder and seeder; after all, the damned white man wouldn't be coming 'round drink it no more.

"Daddy, guess what we learnt in school today?" Georgia asked when the bone tired man entered the one room shanty.

"Well, I spect you learnt you some numbers and stuff," Leland smiled at the girl.

"Uh huh. And we learnt today? Today is Halloween," Georgia agreed.

"Huh! That right?" Leland asked, now casting a wary eye through the grimy window of their shack.

In the past, Halloween was one them favorite days of white men pulling white sheets on over their bodies, getting on they horses and terrorizing good decent black folk weren't doing nothing but trying survive. And any uppity n----r boy try stop them? They'd just string that boy up, hang him from a tree or a porch joist if they weren't no tree around. They'd make all the black folk watch as that boy would just dangle there 'til his feet stop running, jerking, trying find hisself something stand on.

Grover's wallet had more money, paper money than Leland ever seen in his whole life. And his front left pocket had bunch of heavy coins too. In his right pocket, Grover carried his Daddy's heavy pocket watch; Leland tossed the watch into the front seat of the car, along with his two heavy rings. Weren't no way Leland ever be able wear them rings without somebody getting suspicious. As for the watch, he didn't need it. Sunrise and sunset come without no watch telling Leland it were time get up, time go on to bed.

The Cadillac was a fine automobile. Started right up with no trouble. Leland had driven a tractor a few times when Old Man Billingsly needed couple extra hands and assumed a car worked about the same. Grinding the gears a couple times before getting on the road, Leland drove the car out to that new fancy college been built. Course, was only white folk getting go to college. Hell, was only white folk could afford college; they was a depression going on.

Parking the large automobile in front of the largest building on Cutter College's campus, Leland started the long walk home. Tomorrow, he would use the seeder to spread some good wheat, get it in the ground before the first frost come along.

The wheat came in, growing full and lush. All around them, fields slowly dwindled; the lack of rain, the lack of manpower to plow and seed and harvest caused many of the fields to choke to death. But the Jefferson crop was an abundant crop.

Leland looked up in confusion as a long white Cadillac made its way along the dirt road. The cloud of dust was visible long before the car were in sight, but soon, he were able see it were a long white car making all the dust.

The car past the drive, then suddenly lurched to a stop. Then, gears grinding something fierce, the car slowly backed up then pulled into the drive. The chickens squawked and fussed as the car came close to running over them, but they did get on out the way of the car's large tires.

"You, Boy, you Leland? Leland Jefferson?" a blonde woman called out as she got out of the car.

"Yes'm," Leland agreed, watching the well-dressed woman as she gingerly made her way along the path to where he sat.

She were blonde, had blue eyes, a little skinny. Otherwise, she'd been pretty. But her face were hard, disapproving as she regarded Leland.

"Always told my husband he paid you n----rs more than you was worth," the woman spat contemptuously as she reached into her leather purse. "But this year? Yours? Yours was the only field had any yield at all so suppose you earned your share."

She handed Leland a wad of cash. Leland took it without comment. He continued watching her face as she turned to leave.

"'Course? Minute as the boys down at Falwell City Baptist hear you got some money?" she giggled a mean giggle. "Well now, they might be by, pay you a little midnight visit."

The corn grinder made easy work of shredding her. Course since she were so skinny, Leland had add couple rats and opossum to the mix. The seeder made good work of covering the freshly turned soil. Leland didn't worry 'bout cleaning the seeder; him and Jenny Lou would spread good seed in the morning and would pray to the Good Lord Jesus they'd have another good harvest.

"Trick is, got keep that soil good and moist," Leland smiled, handing Virginia the wad of bills Missus Jayel had in her purse.

Carefully, Leland used that money, along with the money he still held onto from Grover's battered old wallet to buy up fallow fields around them. They had another good yield to sell in Oklahoma and Leland just shrugged and said the Good Lord did provide when others asked him his secret.

"Yessuh! Yessuh, Halloween? Halloween been purty good to me two years running," Leland thought, making his way from the sales office. "Lord, see you send me couple more them Jayel family by to see me?"

"Trick is, got keep that soil good and moist," Leland thought, smiling as he observed the uppity white folk avoiding him, avoiding travelling the same path as a lowly black sharecropper.

"Oh Lordy, Lordy, Lordy. Another one?" Leland thought as he saw the dust cloud approaching from the dry dirt road.

The Packard slowed, then pulled onto the drive from road to porch. Leland smiled as he saw a pretty blonde woman behind the wheel. Even afore she lighted from the automobile, Leland could see she bore some resemblance to Maisie Jayel. Cept, this woman had her some good meat on her bones. And she had her a good smile as she opened the door of the luxury automobile.

"You have just got to be Leland!" the woman called out happily as the two rear doors opened.

"I uh, yes'm?" Leland said, seeing the two skinny white boys with her.

"I'm Nellie. Nellie Duplantis; Maisie's sister," Nellie introduced herself. "Course, none of us seen hide nor hair of her since, well, I suppose it was a year ago today. Halloween. Said she had some errands to run and would be right back and that was it. They found her car; couple boys from the college on up the road said they found it just sitting there, keys in it and everything. They was taking it for a little joyride when the police took them on in to custody. Charged them both for stealing the car but haven't been able to prove they had anything do with Maisie just up and vanishing like that."

"Miss Nellie, you want you some coffee or something?" Virginia graciously offered a mug to the beautiful, well-dressed woman.

"If it's not too much trouble. Oh, and these? This is Maisie's two boys from her first marriage to Frank; you know Frank?

"Frank?" Leland asked, looking at the two boys, then at his woman.

"Frank. Frank. Frank Mordbrand?" Virginia asked, squinting to look at the two boys.

"Yes! Yes, Mordbrand. This is Frankie; just turned sixteen and Davie; he's 'bout turn thirteen," Nellie agreed, looking over to the east as a dark cloud slowly rolled toward them. "That, Mr. Jefferson, that look like a rain cloud to you?"

"Sure 'nough do," Leland agreed, a smile creasing his weary face.

"Lord be praised! Leland! Leland, it sure 'nough is; that's a rain cloud sure as I'm standing here," Virginia agreed, a large smile creasing her weathered face.

"Momma, Momma you see that cloud?" Georgia squealed, running around from the rear of the house, schoolbooks clutched to her ample chest. "Think it goin' rain?"

She skittered to a stop, gawking at the two handsome blond boys. The two boys gawked at the well-developed girl, an adorable blush creeping up their necks and coloring their faces.

"Now, Mr. Jefferson, you have got to show me your farm equipment?" Nellie asked as a large raindrop splattered onto the dark ground. "I simply must see how you managed to grow wheat when all your neighbors run dry?"

Leland smiled sadly; he didn't want to kill this white woman. She seemed might nice and her two boys, her two nephews seemed be good boys, didn't deserve grow up with no family. With a determined nod of his head, he got to his feet. Virginia gave him a pleading look as she waved the two white boys up onto the porch to get out of the rapidly falling rain.

"Leland, we getting' us some rain; ground be good and moist 'nough," she suggested but Leland just waved his hand as he and Miss Nellie approached the large shed.

"Now, Mr. Jefferson," Nellie said as they entered the shed, the hammering rain overhead making her words difficult to hear.

"Yes'm?" Leland said, locating the large, heavy shovel.

"I'm not really interested in your farming equipment," the blonde woman smiled, unbuttoning her bodice.

"No?" Leland asked as the dress dropped to the dirt floor of the shed.

"No," Nellie smiled, milky white breasts and blonde thatch on full display.

"Then what..." Leland asked as her small hands reached for the buttons of his trousers.

Her mouth was heaven, pure heaven. Virginia used her mouth, but she did so with many complaints. Miss Nellie used her mouth, humming and gurgling happily, like she were really enjoying slurping all along his thick black pecker.

"Now Miss Nellie, I'm 'bout to..." Leland warned.

"Mm hmm!" Nellie Duplantis agreed, increasing the suction around the thick knob of his cock.

"Oh good Lord!" Leland bellowed, spurting a deluge of semen into her hungry mouth.

Getting to her feet once more, Nellie brushed the loose dirt from her knees. She smiled and located a filthy old tarpaulin and spread it onto the dirt floor. With an impish giggle, she knelt on the tarp, presenting her pasty white haunches.

"Oh dear, sweet Jesus!" Nellie cried out as Leland's large knob parted her puffy lips and pushed up into her wet folds.

Leland knew it weren't right, comparing his woman to this white woman. After all, Virginia done give him five children; four girls and one boy. And truth be told, he weren't too sure two of them girls was his. Georgia and Isabelle both looked like they might have some white in them; specially that Isabelle.

"Damn, woman, you tight," Leland grunted when he managed to push himself fully into her depths.

"And, augh, you, you Mr. Jefferson, you're hung like a bull," Nellie cried out, shuddering with pleasure. "Now, mate me. Make me your cow, Mr. Jefferson."

The pounding rain and the rumbles of thunder drowned out her screams of pleasure. The torrent outside drowned out his bellow of pleasure as he spurted his seed into her womb. When he finally pulled out of her stretched, raw pussy, Nellie twisted around and cleaned his wilting cock of their combined juices. Then she slipped her dress on once more, smiled at him and stepped out into the downpour.

"Happy Halloween," Mr. Jefferson," she called out as she slopped through the thick mud toward the shack.

"Yes'm, Miss Nellie, you have you a Happy Halloween," Leland agreed, placing the heavy shovel onto the hook once more before stepping out of the shed into the heavy rain.

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Miss Nellie bore two daughters for Leland Jefferson; Virginia raised both girls as if they was her own. After all, it weren't all that unusual see a black woman with a mulatto kid. But no good, God-fearing white woman would ever have them a mulatto baby.

Frankie Mordbrand married him Eleanor Billingsly, granddaughter of Old Man Billingsly. Georgia Jefferson worked in the Mordbrand home as a housekeeper and bore Frankie two daughters and a son.

Eleanor looked the other way; after all, Georgia was willing to do the disgusting, depraved and degrading acts that Frankie continuously pressured Eleanor to do. She bore him a son, Francis Whitehall Mordbrand III and considered her wifely duties over and done with.

"The Bible sayeth..." was one of Eleanor's favorite quotes whenever Frankie approached her.

"Notice that Bible mighty convenient when she want it to be," Georgia giggled as she knelt to take Frankie into her eager mouth.

The End

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